St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-11-13

OF his work has worn off. Mr.. Moody
does not attract the audiences that he
once did, which is, perhaps, more due
to the perpetual eagerneSS of the multi
tude for something new than to any de-
cline In Mr.. MeODY's eyangelizing
powers.
The Gospel Age tells story of two
Canadians who lately set out on tour
of evangeliZation after the manner of
MOODY and SANKEY. The preaching
one, on beginning meeting, took up
for his text ''Those that have turned the
world upside down have come hither."
He used three orthodox heads as fol-
lows: 81. The world is wrong side up.
2. The world needs to be turned upside
down. 8. We are the chaps to do it."
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MARAH.
Light days glad light,
Be gone!
Night, somber night
Come on.
Cares, clinging cares,
Away
Fears, foolish fears,
Why stay2
Sleep, restful sleep,
o come!
Dreams, happy dreams,
Bear home.
Harriet Newell Swanwick.
"The Church of Retired Christians"
is what they call congregation now
which has grown so wealthy that it
doesn't have to do any active religious
work. Judging from appearances the
Church of Retired Christians must be
the most numerous of all the religious
branches. This thing of rolling up to
church in comfortable carriage one
day in the week and spending an hour
doing in richly cushioned pew may
pass for the Lords service here ON
earth, but it doesn't add nickel to the
bank account in heaven,
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THE REAPERs.
When the tired reaperS, with fragrant
sheaves
Come out Of the corn, as the sun goes
down,
And the sky is rich as the falling leaves
In crimson and purple and golden brown,
l sit in the mellow and marvellous ewes
And watch, as the loom of the sunset weaves
Its cloth of gold over country and town.
And think how the summers have come
and gone
Since we saw the shuttle across the blue
That wOye the colors of dusk and dawn
When the musk of the sleeping roses flew
On the wings Of the south wind over the
lawn,
And the evening shadows were longer
drawn,
And the sun was low and the stars were
few;
When Love was sweet in the lives we led
As the leayen that lives in the latter spring
To grow in the flowers the books we read,
The romp and the rush of the grapevine
swing,
In words and work, to be filed and fed
On the brooks of honey and wasted bread
And sung in the songs that we used to sing.
And out of the shadows they come to me-
As flowers of the spring come, year by
year,
The stars were few and the skies were
And we knew it was happiness just to be,
Through the sheaves Of the cloud land fair
to see,
While the weary reapers are drawing near.
Though the red and white roses have lost
In the ashes of summers of long ago
They come, through the mellow and marvel
GUS ewes,
With the harvest Of love that we used to
sow.
AS rich as the garlands the sunset weaves
When the tired reapers with fragrant sheaves
Come out of the corn and the sun is low.
win Wallace Harvey.
what are the polls?" asks the Irish
maiden in the play of her lover, who has
Just returned from America and has
been describing an election scene in
New York. 1.-THE polls," replies LARRY
O'FLYNN, sis the place where they de-
eide which party is entitled to the pub
lie money"
The life of police officer is not only
full of responsibilities, but it is beSet
with dangers. Whenever any person
gets dynamite machine through the
mails now it falls to the lot of the police
officer to open the box and investigate
the machine. 1t is a risky business, but
it is part of his official duty and must
be performed. He has to take chances
between the continuance being cleverly
fixed up hoax and death-dealing in
strument that will blow his head off the
minute he opens it. And he never
knows which it is until the investigation
is made.
Capt. BREsETTE is as brave man as
ever served in the police department,
and yet close observer could see a
most uncomfortable sort of look in the
courageous officials face the other aft
ernOOn when he was carrying one of
these devil machines from DR.. Full
TONS office to the rear of the city hall
for inspection. He was moving along
Fifth street at slow pace that would
have been in good time with the music of
the ''Dead March," He had one shoulder
bumped, and the right elbow crooked in
way that gave him the appearance Of
having been recently struck on the arm
with Shilalah. The little box contain
ing the devil machine lay in the officers
open right hand, which was held out at
safe distance from the body in order
that nothing might touch or joStle it.
"T-t-u-s-h, don't touch me-" was writ
ten on his face as he glanced up at
every passer-by. But the moment for
display of real nerve came when the
machine was to be fired. The
writer was present, and must
do Chaplain BRESETTE the credit Of
saving that he never saw more admir-
able display of pluck. 1t was debat-
able question whether the experiment
was to be fun or death, but the police
official didn't finch for moment. lie
went at it with the cool courage of a
veteran who charges up to the mouth of
the belchIDg cannon. 1t is no diSpar-
agement to the fame of LEONIDAS to
say that if Capt. BREsETTE had been
in command at Thermopylse the Per
slams would have been licked the first
hour.
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MORPHEUS.
God of sweet, seductive sleep,
o er the flowing caves of mine heavy eyes
So haggard grown and worldly wise
Let thy languorous fingers creep;
And shut the portals, rife with craft,
Long flung ajar on ways OF pain;
To my parched lips press thy ether-draught,
And vision my soul with the past again.
ITnfetter its ties with thy magic art,
That the spirit may SPUN its unconscious
clay,
To roll darkened channels Of time away,
And nestle again on my mothers heart
\ OF in sorrow and not in pain,
Forgetting the knowledge long years have
taught